Bound in wool - FFF/m

[humbled32]

Bound in wool
Do you like being wrapped in wool blankets after being bound into immobility? After struggling to keep the blanket corner off of your face for a few minutes, your tormentor pulls a mohair full hood down over your head and straps on a high collar around your straining neck locking it in place.
As you slowly adjust to seeing fuzzy shapes through the mohair and have figured out how to breathe without swallowing the mohair strands, a leather sensory deprivation hood slides with ease over the mohair and cuts off your sight and hearing. The large penis gag is shoved through the open mouth pushing the mohair deep into your gaping hole choking you as the hood is laced skin tight. Your breath is sucked in through tiny nose holes and you wonder when or how long you will be left like this.
My partner did this to me on Friday afternoon with the intention of teasing me for a couple of hours before unwrapping me from the stifling blankets and having her way with me. Unfortunately for me, she found my stash of cigars that I had hidden and left me there until an hour ago. Sometime late on Friday night, she had placed a chloroform cloth over the nose holes on the leather hood and I went into a deep slumber. When I woke up, I was incredibly horny with a massive butt plug inserted in my ass and a male chastity tube locked on me with a catheter attached through a hollow sound. Both were attached by wires to her electrical box wired into her computer. Horny because the program was running and keeping me at the edge of a massive cum. From her previous fun times with me, she had intimate knowledge of how to keep me there for as long as she wanted to. I had been re-rolled into a Hudson bay mohair blanket and then stuffed into my North Face winter sleeping bag. I was hanging in her fur storage room that was a balmy five degrees Celsius.
This is why I have not communicated to you before this. I am being held here at her home in Ottawa until I give up my cigars for life and will happily remain her prisoner until I do. It may take a few years but I do get to communicate every now and then.
I was staying with my tormentor (and I say this lovingly as she gets off on doing it to me and 99% of the time I enjoy receiving it) and had fallen asleep after a very long session of her teasing and denying me an orgasm. She and her three friends had 'kidnapped' and taken me to their secret hideout (her friend's farmhouse). I had been lured to her home where the four of them had been moving and cleaning the cage. They had rolled the old down mattress up and asked me to carry it outside to put it at the curb for garbage pickup. I found this a strange request as it was a very thick custom made goose down filled mattress that was a joy to lie or sleep on. You just sank six or seven inches, into it and were enveloped in its warmth.
Anyways I figured that I would just put it into my SUV and take it home. I squatted down and wrapped my arms around it as far as I could when they pounced and placed leather manacles around both wrists with a short-chain holding them together. At the same time, this was happening, one of them stepped behind me and pulled a leather sensory deprivation hood over my head which she laced skin tight before pulling very tight the under chin belt and just tight over the eyes. This one was new as it had an attached posture collar that was also laced tight and the five belts were all locked on. The three on my neck held my head up and immovable as well as the two on the actual hood. There was an inch-sized ring-opening over my mouth and they shoved a pair of heavy wool socks through the ring into my mouth thereby gagging me. The hood was inflatable at the back and sides and everything was inflated until It felt like my head was in a drum. Breathing was difficult as there were pinprick holes in the hood by my nostrils that allowed for air to be inhaled and exhaled.
MMMMM it was great as I slipped into subspace. Mind you, I was still squatting and one was sitting on my shoulders with her thighs wrapped around my neck up to my ears. I was now effectively their captive as I was blind, deaf, and dumb. I was pulled backward until I was lying on my back and my pants and underwear were pulled off, and my shirt was cut off. The socks were left on and three more pairs were pulled onto my feet. Another set of cuffs were placed on my arms above my elbows before the wrist manacles were released one at a time. My hands were forced into fists and they pulled on four wool socks over each hand before flipping me over onto my stomach with the rolled mattress still being held against my body by the above elbow restraints. These were released and each arm was grabbed by two on each arm. They twisted my arms behind my back and attached a cuff on each wrist with its mate attached to the opposite bicep. Two more sets were attached to each arm holding them tight to each other.
Cuffs with short chains were locked onto my upper thighs, above and below my knees as well as my ankles. I felt like I may have a short step of about three or four inches before I would trip and fall. I was picked up and one of them grabbed my erect cock utilizing it as a come along and follow her as she led me at a snail’s pace to the garage. My hands were totally useless as they were buried beneath the four wool socks. I was pulled to a standstill and I was snorting air in and out as the exertion of walking very slowly, not being able to see or hear either made it very disorienting. I figured we were in the garage as it felt like the rubber mats she had installed in her garage were under my feet. Once my breath was back under control, I was laid down onto the floor on my stomach. It felt like I was lying on the mattress that started this whole charade. It was lashed to my body with leather belts that they pulled tight. Once they were satisfied that I was going nowhere without the mattress, I was rolled up in a heavy wool blanket and this was also strapped tight with bungee cords. The four of them picked up my bound body and placed me into my own SUV in the cargo area. Another blanket was tossed over my body and I was left there.
They came back sometime later, got into my SUV, and drove me off to their hideout.
I will continue shortly once I can free myself from the way she has bound me. My right hand is smothered in 6 small silk scarves tied around my wrist enveloping my fist inside their silky embrace. both wrists are bound together in front of my body, also tied to the posture collar around my neck and my knees. I have to lean forward as best as I can to look at the screen sideways so I can type with my left hand. It is difficult, to say the least as I still have a leather hood on with pinpricks for breathing. This one also has a blindfold only covering my left eye with a random selection of very small holes to see through. Don't let anyone tell you that it is easy to get out of silk scarf bondage. If the person tying you know their knots.....I also have an anal hook up you know where and it is attached to the rear 'D' on the back of the rigid collar. My torso is attached to the lattice back chair with scarves around my stomach, chest, over each shoulder, and under the armpit of the opposite arm attached to the chair back. My legs are bound at the upper thighs, above and below the knees, ankles, and big toes. My feet are pulled under the chair and attached to the waist scarf. I can barely move as my elbows have a scarf attached to each elbow behind and in front of my torso. Also my tormentor today is one of her friends (the owner of the isolated farm) who has a thing for silk entrapment. One has a thing for wool, one does fur and chains and my main lady uses a combination of the above plus leather, canvas, latex, rope, tape and even sleeping bag entrapment.
Crimey, it took quite a while to get loose from the way they had tied me to the chair. They had taken long silk rectangular scarves that were at least 72” long by 12” wide and rolled them until they had a long silk rope. Then they had tied half hitch knots at each end as well as about five or 6 more down the length of each scarf holding the ‘rope’ in place. I had to untie each knot not knowing if it was binding a part of my body or a part of a scarf. Once I had my hands free it still took me a few hours to untie my legs, get the dreaded hood off that had been ‘locked’ on using a long scarf on each belt instead of locks and there must have been thirty knots on each locking belt. It was a relief to finally be free of everything and go for a shower, bathroom break, and food.
I also was allowed three hours of sleep with only being loosely tied to the bed by my hands and feet. It was joyous. Once I was awake, my hands were bound behind me and attached to my ankles. I then had to shuffle around the room and service each woman with my mouth until I was shoved away. Usually, I fell over from the shove and had to get back up onto my knees and hurry over to the next woman or suffer the consequences. They were very lenient with me as my mistress friend had taught me the proper way to take my time while performing oral sex on a woman. Believe me when I tell you a taser, a chinchilla mitt, and a feather are great motivators in learning anything they want to teach you.
Once I had been motivated to crawl and service each woman three times, my jaw felt like it was locked open and my tongue had to be inflated yo a huge mass inside my well-lubricated mouth. I was allowed a drink of water with two Viagra and one Cialis pills. They said I had an hour to recuperate before I was going to be put to bed. Knowing their devious minds I knew it would be intense and yet very enjoyable with my getting very little sleep. I was right.
The ladies insisted that I put on an onesie of Shetland wool that had boar hair woven into it. At the time that I put it on the wool felt a little scratchy but the boar hair would become really noticeable as time moved on. If you are aware, Shetland wool is scratchy to start with and is generally worn on top of something else and not directly against the skin. If designed that way it is traditionally lined in either a ball of softer wool or silk.
The onesie consisted of attached feet and mitts. They had this one modified as the mitts had no thumb. Again my hands were encased in six, wool, and nylon socks each making my hands totally useless. A leather cuff was locked on over each wrist ensuring that I couldn’t take the socks off without help. Then I was helped into the onesie by the evil witches. Of course, during the ‘helping’ they would accidentally rub and caress my hard as rocks hard-on. I have never been that hard before in my life. It felt almost painful. Once everything was in and zipped up I found that there was a tiny hole that they had made into the onesie that coincided over where my cock and balls were located. There was an additional one at my asshole as well. They fished my raging hard-on and tight scrotum out through the reinforced hole that now had my horny parts trapped on the outside of the demented suit that was entrapping me. Overtop of the onesie they strapped me into a heavy leather straitjacket with attached heavy leather leg binder.
My raging hard-on and tight scrotum were again exposed as they rocked me onto my stomach after pushing me down onto the evil mattress that made capturing me so easily. All six straps were pulled tight and locked on the wire. Two pairs of rolled-up tights were quickly shoved into my groaning mouth with surgical tape smoother over my mouth and lips before an elastic bandage was wrapped over my head mummifying it and sealing the tights in. A wool hood with no openings was pulled down over my head as well as a heavy leather hood with pinpricks over the nostrils area. I realized that slow even breaths would keep me alive and alert. I was strapped down on top of a leather-covered table and then they started their game of teasing and denying me any hope of an orgasm. I could move my eyeballs, clench my fists and toes, but that was it for any movement that I could make. They were stroking my cock up always just up before a brief turn around the head of my over-sensitive cock head.
After three hellish and exciting hours of this all touching by their hands, fur mitts, feathers, tongue, and lips were taken away and something else was fitted over my hard-on. It slipped over it with ease so whatever it was, it was lubricated. It started a slow, very slow up and down motion using suction to keep it from sliding off. OH! MY! GOODNESS! It was the Venus for men's hands-free masturbation machine. The male version of the Sybian! I started to grunt and moan until I heard one of them say into my ear, “Hush little one, you will be kept on the edge for a very long time and then it goes into its program and there is nothing you can do to stop or change it. Sweet dreams!”
MMmmmpphh. Yes, thank you. My mistresses have come up with a cruel new twist. They have learned the art of edging! After making into a pretzel with thick woolen mitts layered onto my hands making them totally useless because when you have 6 thick woolen mitts made from old wool sweaters on each hand; it feels like each hand in encased in 3 to 4 inches of thick wool. To add to my problems, a locking bondage belt is locked tight over each wrist and my wrists are locked onto the oversized collar that is locking the two sightless balaclavas under the leather sensory deprivation hood. Legs covered in woolen leg warmers bound together at my toes, insoles, ankles, calves, knees, and thighs and then attached over my shoulders after being crossed on my back to my wrists. Sort of like a reverse hogtie. Once I am restrained; the edging commences. The longest I have lasted before passing out from trying to suck air into my starving lungs is 3.5 hours. Did I mention the huge wool ball pushed firmly into my mouth? It is so big that once it is fully in, my mouth cannot close nor can my lips meet. It absorbs the saliva in my mouth sucking out all the moisture leaving a solid mound of wool that might shrink from being wet by a minuscule amount.

What will happen next - what are your thoughts?

[Paris_bondage]

Waou!

I love wool, as you can find out from my story on rowers. And even though I'm gay, I'd love to undergo your treatment!

Can't wait to read what's coming next.

[humbled32]

Where should I go from here - any thoughts or ideas?